Blowing Smoke - Bryson Tiller

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Ayy
It's 7AM in the morning, I been out since 3
Fuck it, I'ma keep going
Yeah

Young Pen Griffy
I go to, I got to back for my niggas
The pun was intended, nigga
Wow, look how I'm livin', nigga
Angels say watch how you spendin', nigga
Devil say cop a new Bentley, nigga
Might as well, quick as you get it, nigga
Made a prediction, nigga
Fortune teller, nigga
Ayy, I got it, yeah, I get it, nigga
You a rappin' contradiction, nigga
Hunnid racks on a sticker
New whip and I'm in it with her
Set it off, this a stick up
'Til they came and shut shit up
Shakin' that shit up
Then I go put a check in the bank, nigga
Got a lot up on my plate, nigga
Grandma need a new estate, nigga
You a fraud, you a fake, nigga
Can't keep up with the pace, nigga
Keep the fuck up out the race, nigga

Yeah, pump your brakes, go slow
Pump your brakes, go slow
Just like my shawty, she like it slow
Yeah, and just like her, I heard it all before
Don't let 'em fool you, they blowing smoke
Yeah, they blowing smoke, yeah
Yeah, I heard it all before
Don't let 'em lie to you anymore
Hey, don't let 'em lie to you anymore

Ayy, don't let 'em fool you, baby
Gene Snyder, get shifty, nigga
Need a lighter for the spliff, nigga
I pull up in a street fighter chain, hit a nigga

Now that I got your attention, nigga
Keep my name off your lips, nigga
Hey, just like her, I don't take you serious, nigga

No you can't be serious, nigga
You can't be serious, nigga
I can't even hear it, nigga
Gotta be up on my tire, nigga
You ain't nowhere near, nigga
Young Tiller don't fear a nigga
Ayy, this no joke, no smoke, no mirrors, nigga

Know you seen me last year, nigga
All at Cleveland Cavaliers, nigga
Thoroughbred, I'm a winner
D'USSE in my cup, I feel like Jigga
Wins got me hittin' liquor (faded)
And I got you niggas feelin' bitter (you mad)

Bitch, I been a heavy hitter
But you barely makin' plays, nigga
Fuck it, let me demonstrate, nigga
Home runnin', not safe, nigga
Guess I got what it takes, nigga
Can't keep up with the pace, nigga
Get the fuck up out the race, nigga

Yeah, pump your brakes, go slow
Pump your brakes, go slow
Just like my shawty, she like it slow
Yeah, and just like her, I heard it all before
Don't let 'em fool you, they blowing smoke
Yeah, they blowing smoke, yeah
Yeah, I heard it all before
Don't let 'em lie to you anymore
Hey, don't let 'em lie to you anymore

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Bryson Tiller (born January 2, 1993) is an American singer-songwriter from Louisville, Kentucky. Early approval from Timbaland and Drake boosted the career of Bryson Tiller, a contemporary R&B songwriter and singer -- a self-termed "trap soul" artist who also raps -- from Louisville, Kentucky. Tiller made waves with SoundCloud uploads like "Don't," "Break Bread," "Let 'Em Know," and "Sorry Not Sorry." "Don't," a sparse ballad, was given an official release in May 2015. Around the same time, Tiller was featured on Kam Wil's "I Want You" and Tyrant's "Lime Light." While social media activities fueled speculation regarding Tiller's affiliation with Drake's OVO Sound label, the artist opted to sign with major-label RCA, home to Tinashe and Miguel. T R A P S O U L, his debut album, was released in October 2015. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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